45. Chapter Forty-Five
I’m exiting the gym, freshly showered after a solid three hours of practice, when my phone rings. Orliana’s face pops up.
Smiling, I answer. “Hey, how are you?”
“Kyrielle!” she wails.
Every alarm system in my body blares. It physically hurts as my heart booms against my ribs in response to her devastation. I’m already rushing to the cliff. “What? Where? Tell me.”
“Trinte …” She’s sobbing so hard, she can barely speak. At the mention of his name, my stomach plummets.
“What’s wrong with Trinte? Is he dead?” Please don’t be dead. Sweet goddess, please don’t be dead.
“He … He …” She gulps for air, and frustration flares right next to my fear.
“Is he dead?” I scream into the phone, sprinting for the cliff now.
“No!” She inhales while hyperventilating. “His father …” She sobs again. Latching my backpack across my chest, I run full speed at the cliff. She just needs to tell me where to go.
“Where is he?” I snarl. “Orliana, so help me fucking goddess, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is happening right now.”
“I don’t know,” she cries out, her words coming out in a rush. “His father showed up. Trinte tried to kill him. Fynn tried to stop him with electricity. Trinte attacked him. I don’t know where he is.”
Holy fuck. This is bad.
“And you don’t know where he is?” I’m almost pleading for her answer to be different.
“No.”
“Is Fynn okay?”
She sniffles, sounding a little more calm. “I don’t know how to answer that. Trinte punched him, shattered his eye-socket, then said he never wanted to see him again.”
“Okay. Keep me posted. I gotta go.”
Leaping off the cliff, I hang up.